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data/test/2Pac/Hit 'Em Up - Single Version/segment.mp3

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data/test/2Pac/Hit 'Em Up - Single Version/text.txt

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+First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with game You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boy niggas fucked for life Plus, Puffy tryin' to see me weak hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches We keep on comin' while we runnin' for yo' jewels Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules

data/test/2Pac/Keep Ya Head Up/segment.mp3

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data/test/2Pac/Keep Ya Head Up/text.txt

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+Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh, then the deeper the roots (Oh) I give a holla to my sisters on welfare 2Pac cares if don't nobody else care (Oh) And, uh, I know they like to beat you down a lot When you come around the block, brothers clown a lot But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive, but don't forget, girl, keep ya head up

data/test/50 Cent/21 Questions/segment.mp3

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data/test/50 Cent/21 Questions/text.txt

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+New York City You are now rockin' With 50 Cent You gotta love it I just wanna chill and twist the lye Catch stunts in my 7-45 You drive me crazy, shorty, I Need to see you and feel you next to me I provide everything you need, and I Like your smile, I don't want to see you cry

data/test/50 Cent/Best Friend - Remix/segment.mp3

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data/test/50 Cent/Best Friend - Remix/text.txt

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+If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time) Can I be your best friend if you promise you'll be mine? (Girl promise you'll be mine) They say he's just a friend (Uh huh) Now, girl let's not pretend (Come on) Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha) Please say he's just a friend If I was your best friend

data/test/AC-DC/Thunderstruck/segment.mp3

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data/test/AC-DC/Thunderstruck/text.txt

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+I was caught In the middle of a railroad track (Thunder) I looked 'round And I knew there was no turning back (Thunder) My mind raced And I thought, what could I do? (Thunder) And I knew There was no help, no help from you (Thunder)

data/test/AC-DC/You Shook Me All Night Long/segment.mp3

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data/test/AC-DC/You Shook Me All Night Long/text.txt

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+She was a fast machine, she kept her motor clean She was the best damn woman that I ever seen She had the sightless eyes, telling me no lies Knocking me out with those American thighs Taking more than her share, had me fighting for air She told me to come, but I was already there 'Cause the walls start shaking, the Earth was quaking

data/test/Eminem/Till I Collapse/segment.mp3

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data/test/Eminem/Till I Collapse/text.txt

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+'Til I collapse I'm spillin' these raps long as you feel 'em 'Til the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killin' 'em 'Cause when I am not, then I'ma stop pennin' 'em And I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem Subliminal thoughts, when I'ma stop sendin' 'em? Women are caught in webs, spin 'em and hock venom Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illin' to stop Amoxicillin's just not real enough The criminal, cop-killin', hip-hop villain A minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners

data/test/Eminem/Without Me/segment.mp3

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data/test/Eminem/Without Me/text.txt

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+I've created a monster 'Cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more, they want Shady, I'm chopped liver Well, if you want Shady, this is what I'll give ya A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor Some vodka that'll jump-start my heart quicker Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital By the doctor when I'm not cooperating When I'm rockin' the table while he's operating (Hey!) You waited this long, now stop debating 'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating I know that you got a job, Ms. Cheney But your husband's heart problem's complicating So the FCC won't let me be Or let me be me

data/train/2Pac/2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted (ft. Snoop Doggy Dogg)/segment.mp3

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data/train/2Pac/2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted (ft. Snoop Doggy Dogg)/text.txt

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+Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bombin' hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg, my fuckin' homie You's a cold-ass nigga on them hogs

data/train/2Pac/All Eyez On Me (ft. Big Syke)/segment.mp3

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data/train/2Pac/All Eyez On Me (ft. Big Syke)/text.txt

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+I bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust So many player-hatin' niggas tryna sound like us Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin' Straight to the depths of Hell is where those cowards goin'

data/train/2Pac/Ambitionz Az A Ridah/segment.mp3

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data/train/2Pac/Ambitionz Az A Ridah/text.txt

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+So many battlefield scars while driven in plush cars This life as a rap star is nothin' without guard Was born rough and rugged, addressin' the mass public (Hahaha) My attitude was "fuck it," 'cause motherfuckers love it To be a soldier, must maintain composure at ease Though life is complicated, only what you make it to be (And ?)

data/train/2Pac/California Love - Original Version/segment.mp3

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data/train/2Pac/California Love - Original Version/text.txt

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+Now let me welcome everybody to the Wild Wild West A state that's untouchable like Eliot Ness The track hits your eardrum like a slug to your chest Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state where the bomb-ass hemp be The state where you never find a dance floor empty

data/train/2Pac/Changes/segment.mp3

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data/train/2Pac/Changes/text.txt

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+(Come on, come on) I see no changes, wake up in the morning and I ask myself Is life worth livin'? Should I blast myself? I'm tired of bein' poor and, even worse, I'm black My stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch Cops give a damn about a negro Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero

data/train/2Pac/Dear Mama/segment.mp3

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data/train/2Pac/Dear Mama/text.txt

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+When I was young, me and my mama had beef Seventeen years old, kicked out on the streets Though back at the time I never thought I'd see her face Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place Suspended from school, and scared to go home I was a fool, with the big boys breakin' all the rules I shed tears with my baby sister, over the years We was poorer than the other little kids

data/train/2Pac/Do For Love/segment.mp3

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data/train/2Pac/Do For Love/text.txt

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+I should've seen You was trouble right from the start, taught me so many lessons How not to mess with broken hearts, so many questions When this began we was the perfect match, perhaps We had some problems but we workin at it, and now The arguments are gettin' loud, I wanna stay But I can’t help from walkin' out just throw it away Just take my hand and understand, if you could see

data/train/2Pac/Hail Mary/segment.mp3

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data/train/2Pac/Hail Mary/text.txt

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+Makaveli in this, Killuminati All through your body (All through your body) The blow is like a 12-Gauge shotty (Uh) feel me (Come with me Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see) And God said he should send his one begotten son (What do we have here now Do you wanna ride or die) To lead the wild into the ways of the man Follow me! (La la-da-la la la la la) Eat my flesh, flesh of my flesh

data/train/50 Cent/Candy Shop/segment.mp3

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data/train/50 Cent/Candy Shop/text.txt

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+I'll take you to the candy shop I'll let you lick the lollipop Go 'head, girl, don't you stop Keep goin' until you hit the spot, whoa I'll take you to the candy shop (Yeah) Want one taste of what I got? (Uh-huh) I'll have you spendin' all you got (Come on) Keep goin' until you hit the spot, whoa

data/train/50 Cent/Disco Inferno/segment.mp3

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data/train/50 Cent/Disco Inferno/text.txt

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+Li'l mama, show me how you move it Go 'head, put your back into it Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl Li'l mama, show me how you move it Go 'head, put your back into it Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass, girl Go, go, go, 50 in the house

data/train/50 Cent/If I Can't/segment.mp3

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data/train/50 Cent/If I Can't/text.txt

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+If I can't do it, homie It can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop, I'ma take it to the top For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby) I apply pressure to pussies, they stunt and I pop (Yeah) Stand alone squeezing my pistol, I'm sure that I got 'em (Uh-huh) Now, Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop nines (Brrat) Tell niggas get they money right, 'cause I got mine (Uh-huh) And I'm around, quit playing, nigga, you can't shine (Woo)

data/train/50 Cent/In Da Club - v1/segment.mp3

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data/train/50 Cent/In Da Club - v1/text.txt

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+Go, go Go, go, go, go Go, shawty, it's your birthday We gon' party like it's your birthday We gon' sip Bacardí like it's your birthday And you know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub' Look, mami, I got the X if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex, I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub'

data/train/50 Cent/In Da Club - v2/segment.mp3

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data/train/50 Cent/In Da Club - v2/text.txt

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+When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs (Uh-huh) When I roll twenty deep, it's twenty nines in the club (Yeah) Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem, then the hoes, they wanna fuck (Woo) Look homie, ain't nothin' changed, hoes down, G's up I see Xzibit in the cut, hey, nigga, roll that weed up (Roll that) If you watch how I move, you'll mistake me for a player or pimp Been hit with a few shells, but I don't walk with a limp (I'm aight) In the hood in L.A., they sayin', "50, you hot" (Uh-huh) They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love Pac

data/train/50 Cent/Just A Lil Bit/segment.mp3

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data/train/50 Cent/Just A Lil Bit/text.txt

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+Damn, baby, all I need is a lil' bit A lil' bit of this, a lil' bit of that Get it crackin' in the club when you hear the shit Drop it like it's hot, get to workin' that back Girl, shake that thang, yeah work that thang Let me see it go up and down Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang When you make it go 'round and 'round

data/train/50 Cent/Many Men (Wish Death)/segment.mp3

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data/train/50 Cent/Many Men (Wish Death)/text.txt

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+Many men wish death upon me Blood in my eye, dawg, and I can't see I'm tryin' to be what I'm destined to be And niggas tryin' to take my life away (C'mon) I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin' with me My back on the wall, now you gon' see Better watch how you talk when you talk about me 'Cause I'll come and take your life away Many men

data/train/50 Cent/P.I.M.P/segment.mp3

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data/train/50 Cent/P.I.M.P/text.txt

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+Now, shawty, she in the club, she dancin' for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce & Gabbana She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her 'cause they want her I spit a little G, man, and my game got her An hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in her ear sayin' they think about her I got the bitch by the bar, tryna get a drink up out her

data/train/50 Cent/Window Shopper/segment.mp3

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data/train/50 Cent/Window Shopper/text.txt

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+Nigga, you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga, you's a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy Nigga, you's a window shopper In the dealership tryna get a test drive Nigga, you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by